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Movin' Raw Lyrics - Artist : Cam'ron
I feel like, the streets is hungrier than ever!
I feel like this is necessary! (Uh) Vado you with me?

[Vado]
I keep my ear to the streets so I can hear what niggas thinkin' 'bout me
You ain't gotta ask niggas what they think about me
Leave your party before the toast, like ya'll could drink without me
Keep a set of twins baddest Tamara Tia Maudie
Berkin' badge, lookin' like her purse pregnant
Hottest track in seeing my worst record, no work ethic
No hooks, we just making sure every verse reckless
Whats presented without a way, you hearing first segment
Shoot up's with niggas from up the block from me
Pick the drop off, damn near stole a whole block from me
Convertible ass niggas, then gave the drop on me
Feelin' myself in this presidential like Barack on E
Diamond bezel, red face, never under sleeps
Gunner squeeze, no chain, neck a hundred beads
Send my dogs at you, had you cast, running trees
Coke or weed, you could eat here, just no pumpin' D

Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall
24 we be movin' rawwwww
Lennox, 7th, 8th of the Broad
Wayward way, we move it all

[Cam'ron]
Chloe, Louie, Fendi for Cindy
Don't be salty brother (why you mad?)
Lori different story, Maury, multi-colors
Move sour D, hourly, 100 gram is our fee
Push flower, but stay powder free
24 hours, Jack Bauer, lack pop black top
Black power, spray 'em up, fast shower
And might I tell, my clientele is buying well
Wanna say gracias to Raphael, might as well
Cause y'all copy cats, 10-4 copy that
Wanna pull me in? Well you got me back, cocked the Mack
Popped his hat, quarter mill I lost it but I got it back
Flipped it quick, tripled it
How hot is that, how hot is that?
It's like I'm scoring, you give me I'll make a lot of points
These ain't Adidas, these the D

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